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40 FOGHORN PHIL. CHAPTER VII. THE FALSE GUIDE’S TREACHERY. ON the same evening that the events just narrated occurred, a little steamer cast anchor in the Missouri river, some forty miles below the island upon whieh the Big Harn Traders were encamped, The boat had just come up from Fort Union wit a party of excursionists. It had arrived at the fort, the day previous, with Government supplies, and upon the earitell solicitation of a number of gentlemen and ladies who were spending the summer at the fort with friends in the army the captain had consented to carry them a day’s journey up the river on a pleasure excursion. The party numbered some fifty persons, including the boat’s crew and a squad of soldiers. ‘There were half a score of ladies, among whom was the beautiful and lovely Miss Paul- ine Afton, niece of the commandant of Fort Union, who had been spending the summer in ber uncle’s family at the fort. She was one of those fairy-like little brunettes whose every look has a charm in it, and whose every word and smile have the ripple of music. She was) about eighteen years of age, with a petite figure, beautifully developed in every feature of perfect womanhood. Her pretty face was framed in with @ wealth of dark ringlets, and her bright, black eyes, with theif long, silken lashes sparkled with all the blithesome gayety of her young soul. Her presence at the fort had been the source of great pleas ure to those who were compelled to undergo the dull routine of military duty, for it led to the cultivation of those manly principles due to the society of ladies, and kept awake all those refined emotions of the heart that are so apt to grow dormant in rude society. She had scores of admirers who were ready to bow at the altar of her love, but, while she manifested that same kind spirit to all} only one had madé an impression on her heart, and that one was Colonel Ayles- commicboooks. conn